— THURSDAY, JULY 11.
YOUR phone buzzed in your hand, screen flashing bright to show a notification from floch. your eyebrows scrunched up and you opened your phone, reading his message slowly. you panicked after, bringing your phone close to your face to make sure that you were reading the message correctly.
"y/n!"
you looked up from your phone, eyebrows still scrunched together before whipping your head to face the source of the voice. from afar, you could make out a mop of brown hair rushing towards you in the hallway. you bit back a sigh and waited for eren to reach you, your eyes drifting off to the messages app that was still open.
for whatever reason, you felt nervous. your hands suddenly felt restless and your heart was running a marathon, its loud beats reaching your ears and blocking any noises from the people in the hallway. damn you floch, why the hell are you here?
"y/n?" you snapped out of it and saw that the emerald-eyed male was already in front of you, wearing a frown as he gazed at you with worry.
you flashed him a small smile and closed your phone, "sorry, what was it?"
"i was wondering if i can drive you home today!" he grinned sheepishly as he rocked back and forth on his heels, "i kinda missed our singing session when i drive you to your work."
little flashbacks of said singing sessions appeared in your mind, out-of-pitch voices and harmonious yelling to lana del ray songs. you smiled warmly at the memories, "oh, i missed them too!" you laughed.
eren nodded and placed his hands inside his pockets, "then, let's go?"
your smile decreased a little and you shook your head, causing his grin to turn to a frown. his once shining eyes dulled a bit, hidden by the dark clouds of sadness as he pouted. "sorry eren, but i have to go somewhere. you don't need to drive me home everyday!" you exclaimed nervously, your eyes shifting to different people and things. you needed to get out, stat.
"but--"
your phone buzzed with another message from the ginger. you swallowed a lump in your throat and shuffled backwards, running past your brown-haired friend and to the doors. "i have to go, sorry!" you yelled back, rushing through the gate.
your chest heaved up and down as you gasp for air, leaning against the iron poles before standing up straight and fixing your posture. you looked around the fairly empty street for any sign of a really cool lamborghini car.
your face scrunched up when you saw nothing out of the ordinary and you looked down at your phone, "is this bitch joking or something?" you asked yourself, typing up a quick message to floch asking where he was.
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THIGH HIGHS. ff
Fanfiction⸻ FLOCH FORSTER X FEM!READER ❝ i didn't exactly expect my sugar daddy to be the same age as i am. ❞ in which y/n l/n, a broke college student, gets recommended to a sugar daddy. [MODERN AU]